Below the Azure Qilin Platform.
Yuwen Mingjue's face was so dark it seemed ready to drip water, his fists clenched tight inside his sleeves.
He had already done his best to overestimate Yang Jing's strength, yet reality had still far exceeded his expectations, even sending a tremor of alarm through him.
He knew better than anyone how strong Zhao Chong was.
Even he himself could not claim he was certain to defeat Zhao Chong.
Yet such a formidable opponent had failed to last a hundred exchanges against Yang Jing before conceding in disgrace.
Yuwen Mingjue found the sight utterly inconceivable. A chill crept up his back and spread through every limb and bone.
If Yang Jing could defeat Zhao Chong so decisively, could I hold out against him?
Could I withstand his unmatched, ferocious punches and his ghostlike footwork?
Among the spectators nearby, the discussions about Yang Jing grew louder and louder, every word reaching Yuwen Mingjue's ears.
"Isn't Yang Jing ridiculously strong? Even Zhao Chong couldn't beat him! With strength like that, he could probably lock horns with Yuwen Mingjue!"
"Who would've thought Lingxi Peak would produce someone so fierce? He's reached the top three in his very first Azure Qilin Battle!"
Every word of astonishment at Yang Jing's overwhelming strength jabbed like a needle into Yuwen Mingjue's heart, leaving him increasingly agitated.
Before Yang Jing defeated Zhao Chong, he had never thought anything of this Lingxi Peak disciple, dismissing him as nothing more than a clown hopping about. After all, the opponents Yang Jing had defeated were mere clay chickens and pottery dogs to him, not worth a second glance.
But the moment Yang Jing defeated Zhao Chong, a mountain of pressure came crashing down upon his heart.
Yuwen Mingjue's expression grew uglier, and even his breathing became